What are the key ingredients that make for a memorable Irish film? Well, a splash of drink, a smidgen of repression, at least one outburst of psychotic violence and a Hollywood actor with a cartoonishly bad accent are obvious prerequisites.
For many decades I’ve loved the vibrancy of beer community. Kibitzing on a conversation about beer flavors at a World Beer Festival, buying a round of the newest at Tyler’s Taproom, leaning across a rough wooden table at Bull McCabe’s armed with a Fuller’s London Porter and a lot of opinions, standing up against the